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Redneck Night Before Christmas
 
'Twas the night before Christmas And all
through the trailer
Not a creature was stirrin' 'Cept a redneck
named Taylor.
His first name was Bubba, Joe was his middle,
And a-runnin' down his chin was a trickle
of spittle.
His socks, they were hung by the chimney
with care,
And therefore there was a foul stench in
the air.
That Bubba got scared and rousted the boys.
There was Rufus, 12; Jim Bob was 11;
Dud goin' on 10; Otis was 7.
John, George and Chucky Were 5,4, and 3:
The twins were both girls So they let them
be.
They jumped in their overalls, No need for
a shirt,
Threw a hat on each head, Then turned with
a jerk.
They ran to the gun rack That hung on the
wall.
There were 17 shotguns; They grabbed them
all.
Bubba said to the young'uns, "Now hesh
up ya'll!
The last thing we wanna do Is wake up yer
Maw."
Maw was expecting And needed her sleep,
So out they crept out the door Without making
a peep.
They all looked around, and then they all
spit.
The young'uns asked Bubba, "Paw, what
is it?"
Bubba just stared; He could not say a word.
This was just like all of The stories he'd
heard.
It was Santy Claus on the roof, Darn tootin'
But the boys didn't know; They was about
to start shootin'!
They aimed their shotguns and nearly made
a mistake
That would have resulted in venison steak.
Bubba hollered out, "Don't shoot, boys!"
That's Santy Claus And he's brought us some
toys.
The dogs were a-barkin' And a-raisin' cain,
And Bubba whistled, and shouted, And called
them by name.
"Down, Spot! Shut up Bullet! Quiet,
Pete and Roscoe!
Git, Turnip and Tater and Sam and Bosco!"
"Git down from that porch! Git down
off that wall!
Quit shakin the trailer, Or you'll make
Santy fall!"
The dogs kept a-barkin' And wouldn't shut
up,
And they trampled poor Pete Who was only
a pup.
Santy opened his bag, And threw out some
toys.
Bubba got most, But left a few for the boys.
Since the guns had been dropped He just
might not die.
He jumped in his sleigh, Told his reindeer
to hurry.
The trailer started to wobble Santa started
to worry.
Just as the reindeer Got into the air,
The trailer collapsed, But Bubba didn't
care.
He was busy lookin' At all his new toys.
Then a thought hit him, And he said to the
boys:
"Go check on yer Maw, Make sure she's
all right.
That roof fallin' on her Could-a hurt just
a might."
But Maw was OK, And the girls were too.
They fixed up the trailer; It looked good
as new.
And as for Bubba, He liked Old St. Nick,
But Santa thought Bubba Was a pure-in-tee
hick!
Bubba had a nice Christmas, And the boys
did, too.
And the Taylors wish A Merry Christmas to
you!

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